The demons--they pound.
They knock. And she ignores them.
Preferring to get along and live
Without Them.
Oblivious she seems
To pain and to hurt
Oblivious to misery and despair
Without Them.
And yet They know--
They see, They sense
The agony she goes through
Without Them.
Unrelated, disjointed fragments
Occupy the waking moment
Every moment of her existence
Without Them.
Haunted: she'll live.
Torn: she'll breathe.
Confused, not blind
Around Them.
But the demons--They know
It's only a while…
Soon she'll open the doors and dwell
With Them.
WiThem.
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
oooh .. i like the last 2 lines!!
ReplyDelete:D Thanks!
ReplyDeleteAnd that means you got what what I was trying to say with those two lines! Awesome!